Chapter 119: Open the mountain gate and accept the disciples (1/2)
On the sixth day after the Lingquan Mountain battle, in addition to Liu Wanshi's poems, all the disciples in the Iron Skeleton School broke through the 12th section of the channel.
”Head.”
青 Li Qingyang came to report: ”In the past few days, there have been disciples breaking through the martial arts, the number has reached nineteen.”
Nineteen martial artists, seventy-nine in Kaimai twelve, very powerful!
Unfortunately, the number of martial arts disciples is limited, and even if they are all strong, they cannot be promoted to seventh-rate.
Xun Jun often laughed and whispered, ”It's time to open the mountain gate and take disciples.”
The yamen faction has entered the formalization, and the number of disciples must be increased, so he went to Qingyang City the same day and went to the city's main government.
”Xie Chengzhu.”
After entering the hall, Jun Chang smiled and preached: ”I want to recruit disciples. I wonder if I can borrow a public sign?”
”No problem.” Xie Guangkun refreshed.
So, there are iron bone recruitment advertisements on the public notice boards in various districts and streets of Qingyang City. Each recruitment announcement is different.
Yuncheng East, join the Iron Bone Pipa faction to create dreams together.
You are trustworthy in the southern part of the city.
Wucheng North, don't think that you are not a Maxima, in fact you are just one less Bole.
Wucheng West, if you want to fly, I will give you a pair of wings.
The announcement of the recruitment of disciples of the Pingxing Continental continents was either crepe-filled or classical. The short and unique recruitment of the Ironbone faction attracted a lot of attention.
More than Qingyang City.
Xun Jun often laughed and relied on the relationship of Ai family, and also started recruiting advertisements in Huyang City.
But!
Put it on for a few days, but there are very few sign-ups.
Uh ...
”呱呱 ————”
The crow flew over and heard a bark.
Jun Chang, who was sitting in front of the mountain door, smiled, holding his cheeks, and collapsed: ”A lot of great things have been done during this time. Why didn't anyone sign up?”
青 Li Qingyang said: ”The head, I sent a contract with Shengquanzong and Haoqimen. They are on the cusp of the wind. Many people are afraid of being scruples and dare not come to register.
”Make sense,” Jun often laughed.
In fact, this is also very good, at least you can rule out some jerk.
Those who dare to sign up are definitely not afraid of trouble, and really want to join the Ironbone Pie.
”Tread.”
此时 At this moment, a teenager in white came up the stairs.
Bringing the back of one hand, the other hand gently shakes the folding fan, and the breeze blows away the scattered black hair, revealing a handsome face.
Xun Jun often laughed and looked at Li Qingyang, the first thought was-really angry!
”brush!”
少年 The boy in white folded his folding fan and walked to the registration desk. He said in a gentle manner: ”The head of the king, I have long admired the Iron Bone Pipa, and I came here to worship.”
The position of the arched hand is ... Li Qingyang!
Xun Jun often smiled and raised his hand, and took the two disciples out. He wrote a pen on the paper and wrote the words ”I am the head”, and then ”popped” it and stuck it on his brain.
I'll ask you, is it clear enough? !!
”This……”
Seeing this, the young boy in white clothes was quite embarrassed and said, ”I'm sorry, but I've misidentified someone, and I'm asking Jun's head to see nothing strange.”
Hey strange?
How is it possible that this boat can support the boat!
Xun Jun often smiled and raised Erlang's legs, his fingers fluttered with a brush, and he was not angry: ”What's your name?”
”Long Ziyang.” The boy in white said.
Xi Jun often laughed, tore off the paper on his head, and looked at the person carefully, secretly: ”So polite, should be highly educated, and the name of the dragon is not simple!”
After thinking briefly, bring the starter table and ask: ”Gender.”
”Men.”
”Age.”
”Just over sixteen.”
”Realm.”
”Kai Mai Jiu Duan.”
Xun Jun often laughed without asking Lingen, because as long as fancy, low quality and high quality are meaningless.
”Snapped.”
Stamp directly.
”Ding! Martial members: 103/500.”